New Sheet of My Life

Jeff's Business

"Pa. So not really. I'm waiting for a kid under me." Omel Jihan realized that her husband had changed clothes but was not finished either. "Yes Ma." Answer the husband while coming out of the walk in closet. The man walked over to hug his wife but Jihan immediately dodged. "Why?" Ask Jeff wonder. "Cancel your ablution later. Already, there go." The answer at once ruled directly in the nod by the husband.

"Papa lama." Juma protests saw the arrival of his parents. "Papa's still learning to wear the glove boy." Jeff replied smilingly approaching the youngest and holding her. "Let's go." Take Jason. "Yes. Papa leaves Ma, Jalwa. Assalamualaikum." Her pampit is in the nod to the mother and the child. "Vaalaikumsalam. Listen to good sermons. Don't sleep. It will be in vain your reward." Jihan said she gave a warning. "Yes Ma." Answer They are compact.

Jihan sat down with her daughter after the children, Papa and her husband left. "God. Are you comfortable with Papa?" The woman asked her to know how her son felt. "Nobody's on the pendam. Express everything if you or others have any inconvenience." Jihan continued while gently rubbing her daughter's arm. "It's safe Mom. Mother don't worry. We're all comfortable with Papa. She's kind. Especially if Juma is very close." Answers reassured. Jalwa didn't want her mother to feel bad. Jeff is a good guy too. Everyone also believes that the man can take care and make his mother happy.

Jeff approached his own busy wife in the kitchen. "What did Ma do?" He asked the man to hug and kiss his wife. "Make some fruit ice. There are fried bananas too. Change clothes first. I'm waiting for the kid on the back porch." Jihan replied without looking at her husband. "Yes Ma." He obediently rushed away after leaving a wet trace on the cheek of the woman he loved so much. "The clothes are directly taro in the laundry basket." Jihan's message when her husband's not too far away.

Everyone is gathered on the back porch. The weather is so hot in accompanied by fruit ice makes the air cool especially with water sprinklers that water the grass and plants around. "Mothers. When's poetry?" Ask Dika. "don't know. We'll wait for the isbath trial." The woman answered while stroking the head of her son who was asleep on his lap. "Let Papa move into Ma's room." Jeff slowly carried Juma to be moved to the room so that his sleep was comfortable. "Before fasting. We're on a pilgrimage to Dad's grave, ma'am." Take Jaffan. "Yes tomorrow or the day after we get there." Answer Jihan.

Juma entered her mother's room with her eyes not yet open all because she was still sleepy. The handsome boy went up to the bed to sleep while hugging Jihan. "Back up." Jeff said he fell asleep hugging the two. "Mother." Whinek Juma while closing his eyes made his Papa smile. "Yes." Yeah." Jihan is still focusing on her film. "Juma wants dumpling noodles." Her speech. "Where to buy? Let Papa buy it." Jeff took the initiative to obey the wishes of the youngest son. "Mom made Pa's own." Answer Juma. "Juma also wants to eat soursop." Continue with closed eyes. "Papa buy." Jeff fast. Jihan smiled at the response of her husband who always tried to realize the wishes of children. "Deed Papa would buy?" Ask Juma. "Yes. Papa buy it now." He hurried away after tasting his second forehead.

Jeff asks Jaffan and Jalwa to accompany him to buy soursop. This he did as a form of effort to get closer to the child, he continued. "Which one?" He was confused to see the various fruits in front of him. "It's called soursop Pa." Jalwa pointed at the thorny green fruit. "Oh. It was the first time I was confused." He said while chuckling. "Juma cravings for what arrived to want soursop." Jaffan chuckled, remembering his younger brother. "Yes kali. Besides this what other fruit is not home yet?" Ask Jeff. "Tomorrow, mangosteen equals papaya Pa." Answer Jalwa.

Juma ate dumpling noodles so greedily while in his mother's bribe. "Don't add more sambel. Your stomach will hurt." Tegur Jihan saw Jordan holding a spoon of sambal. "A little bit Ma. The tip of the spoon is not full." The teenager replied, adding a little sambal to his bowl. "Pa. Tomorrow I'm the same kid going to the tomb." Jihan asked her husband for permission. "Yes. Tomorrow Papa's delivery." The man smiled looking at his wife. However, Riza once filled the heart of the woman so Jeff also needed to respect her.